Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.